Commission for  yowza, who also wrote the story to go with it.

Following another day of meticulous, if sadly fruitless investigation and research into the recent rash of strange and seemingly spontaneous events, the young magician has finally conceded temporary defeat - for now - and decided to retire for the night.

It has been well over a week since she slept last, so this is as good as time as any for another brief hibernation spell.

And while she did indeed manage to reverse the first incident that befell her all on her own, and later the second with the help of a similarly struck colleague, she has yet to find a way to dispel, purge or otherwise revert the mysterious changes that was similarly wrought upon part of her dear doll collection.

For as much of a knowledge addict she is, seeking answers with the same intensity as a starved bloodhound,even the most meticulous and driven researcher must call it quits when the trail runs dry.

That is not to say she doesn't have her theories. But in a land as fantastical and ripe with mystical energies like this, it could be anything from a trickster spirit playing her a prank, to simply having stepped in the wrong spot at the wrong - or even worse, the right - time.

It wouldn’t surprise actually, if that was the case . No. Not with the luck she’s been having as of late.

It just shows how important it is to keep your eyes open and senses honed. The briefest of slips, the smallest of mistakes, and boom! You’re now a big, fluffy animal.

Why, she’s lucky she got away with opposable thumbs last time!

Not that it will happen again though. No, she’s learnt from her mistakes. Whatever charm might lie in her future won't be of this kind, that she wovs.

“Now what am I to do with you...?” The golden-haired witch asks, staring deep into the dark, beady little eyes of the plushie-like, chubby little doll held up in her hands, the lingering thoughts of just what could have transformed it so thoroughly still echoing in her mind.

The doll silently stares back, it’s glassy orbs devoid of answer, their depths containing only that of it’s maker and mistress reflected visage.

Even though not actually expecting an answer, she can’t help but still feel a flicker of disappointment at the silent treatment. “Still refusing to speak, I see.” With a soft, slightly amused sigh, she lets the doll rest in her lap. As if it would just answer her like that. Things would be quite different if she had that kind of power, indeed...

A long, sleepy yawn slips out before she can catch herself. “Well, just you wait…” She smiles dreamily and flops back down on the the warm, soft bed, with her mischevious little doll hugged close to her chest. “... I’ll figure you out yet…” And with a last, drowsy mumble, the sleepy witch drifts off into a peaceful slumber, thoughts blurring away into cotton clouds...

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